JamesPKinsella
James P Kinsella is a research based Visual Artist living in Vienna, Austria. He has an M.A. in Visual Arts Practices (2009).
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Write a Poem about your favourite word or words, if like me you have two. My favourite words are Dubious and indubitably and yet, I rarely use them. I will post my poem with these two words soon...Can't wait to read yours!
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Alone and Free

When I was a student back in the mysterious seventies we had a variety of drinking songs and the most important part of the song in my opinion, was the words. We also had challenges to test or evaluate how stable or drunk we were and what our capabilities were? One of these challenges involved reciting up to twenty sentences, a string of words relating to numbers, I never got the name of this challenge. An example would go – Big fat hen…. Couple of duck…. Three brown bear…. Four fine furze…. etc. etc. My favourite line was…. Eight egotistic egoists egotistically expressing exciting ecstasies…. Nine was also good…. Nine Nubian nymphs nimbly nibbling nuts, which created all sorts of ideas and thoughts for a young man at that time!

So to get to my favourite words, it’s not only their complexity and meaning but also their sound and relevance to the ‘perpetrator’ that counts. For this challenge I choose the words ‘exciting ecstasies’ to see where and what these pleasing ‘conglomerates’ might expose.

Alone and Free

Sneaking a fragment of time

And being all alone

Contemplating the past

Inhabiting places foregone.

I came across some memories

From the dubious past

A collection of ‘exciting ecstasies’

That infinitely will, forever last.

 

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Write a Poem about your favourite word or words, if like me you have two. My favourite words are Dubious and indubitably and yet, I rarely use them. I will post my poem with these two words soon...Can't wait to read yours!
Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Alone and Free
When I was a student back in the mysterious seventies we had a variety of drinking songs and the most important part of the song in my opinion, was the words. We also had challenges to test or evaluate how stable or drunk we were and what our capabilities were? One of these challenges involved reciting up to twenty sentences, a string of words relating to numbers, I never got the name of this challenge. An example would go – Big fat hen…. Couple of duck…. Three brown bear…. Four fine furze…. etc. etc. My favourite line was…. Eight egotistic egoists egotistically expressing exciting ecstasies…. Nine was also good…. Nine Nubian nymphs nimbly nibbling nuts, which created all sorts of ideas and thoughts for a young man at that time!
So to get to my favourite words, it’s not only their complexity and meaning but also their sound and relevance to the ‘perpetrator’ that counts. For this challenge I choose the words ‘exciting ecstasies’ to see where and what these pleasing ‘conglomerates’ might expose.



Alone and Free

Sneaking a fragment of time
And being all alone
Contemplating the past
Inhabiting places foregone.

I came across some memories
From the dubious past
A collection of ‘exciting ecstasies’
That infinitely will, forever last.



 
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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No Rejection No Cry

It’s been ten weeks, day in, day out, I’ve been putting together art proposals about ten in all. It’s the beginning of the year I’m bursting with optimism, energy and all things go. Nothing can stop me, full steam ahead, top speed, if you’re not in you can’t win etc. etc. One proposal after the other - research, writing, painting, photographing, photoshop-ing, editing, checking, phoning, posting, asking, re-editing, re-checking and a hundred and one other things. It takes serious intent, a lot of work, tunnel vision and a very large splash of pure optimism and one hell of a crazy mind to work up a brilliant idea, then develop it, find solutions, present an end game and then send this proposal to unknown entities or special, talented, know it all, all knowledgeable, invincible Gods.

But dare I say it, not only did I not get a single acknowledgement, a reply, a response or any thread of someone looking, seeing, receiving, posting, checking, investigating, reading or observing all my efforts. Nope not at all, not by any molecule of miraculous energy did any one explode onto or stumble upon my files.

Poor me no replies, nothing at all, now some art organisations don't reply, they deem it not worth their resources but that is a position that many fresh artists have to put up with for a sizable part of their career.

A prominent international artist once told us in Art College that when she got her first important exhibition she was ecstatic and after so many rejections to get such a big exhibition with a serious, famous and ‘emerged’ artist was just heaven, marvellous and downright good news. After the exhibition the prominent artist asked her what was next? She answered I think one or two open-calls are coming up in the next few months and she stopped there. He immediately looked on in shock and suggested that she should get off her ‘arse’ and apply for at least a number of calls every week as he usually received one approval every hundred applications until he became well known. She went home disillusioned but being a ‘true’ artist she eventually followed his advice and now she has reached the top rung of the 'ladder'!

Guess what I didn’t even get a rejection, that’s an artist’s predicament especially in the early stages of their career.

  

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesPKinsella
No Rejection No Cry
It’s been ten weeks, day in, day out, I’ve been putting together art proposals about ten in all. It’s the beginning of the year I’m bursting with optimism, energy and all things go. Nothing can stop me, full steam ahead, top speed, if you’re not in you can’t win etc. etc. One proposal after the other - research, writing, painting, photographing, photoshop-ing, editing, checking, phoning, posting, asking, re-editing, re-checking and a hundred and one other things. It takes serious intent, a lot of work, tunnel vision and a very large splash of pure optimism and one hell of a crazy mind to work up a brilliant idea, then develop it, find solutions, present an end game and then send this proposal to unknown entities or special, talented, know it all, all knowledgeable, invincible Gods.
But dare I say it, not only did I not get a single acknowledgement, a reply, a response or any thread of someone looking, seeing, receiving, posting, checking, investigating, reading or observing all my efforts. Nope not at all, not by any molecule of miraculous energy did any one explode onto or stumble upon my files.
Poor me no replies, nothing at all, now some art organisations don't reply, they deem it not worth their resources but that is a position that many fresh artists have to put up with for a sizable part of their career.



A prominent international artist once told us in Art College that when she got her first important exhibition she was ecstatic and after so many rejections to get such a big exhibition with a serious, famous and ‘emerged’ artist was just heaven, marvellous and downright good news. After the exhibition the prominent artist asked her what was next? She answered I think one or two open-calls are coming up in the next few months and she stopped there. He immediately looked on in shock and suggested that she should get off her ‘arse’ and apply for at least a number of calls every week as he usually received one approval every hundred applications until he became well known. She went home disillusioned but being a ‘true’ artist she eventually followed his advice and now she has reached the top rung of the 'ladder'!
Guess what I didn’t even get a rejection, that’s an artist’s predicament especially in the early stages of their career.

  
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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

  

You are but a multitude of ray?

Shining brighter than bright.

Your golden locks shiver through May,

Shortness of time, is a mean sight:

Too hot, too hot, too very hot,

And sometimes cold;

Fading, transfixed in a pot,

Nature it is too bold;

Complete, never to fade

Your beauty 'twill decline;

Death never yours to parade,

Blooded ink renders divine:

Once your facilities and senses sway,

You will forever be a Dorian Gray.

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
  
You are but a multitude of ray?
Shining brighter than bright.
Your golden locks shiver through May,
Shortness of time, is a mean sight:
Too hot, too hot, too very hot,
And sometimes cold;
Fading, transfixed in a pot,
Nature it is too bold;
Complete, never to fade
Your beauty 'twill decline;
Death never yours to parade,
Blooded ink renders divine:
Once your facilities and senses sway,
You will forever be a Dorian Gray.
#prosechallenge  #Itslit  #getlit  #itlit 
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With St. Patrick's Day approaching, write a poem about anything green. Have fun!
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Soldier Green

   

When young I was green

Over time became keen

As I got older

I became bolder

Now I’m a Green Soldier

Older, bolder, keen and green

  

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Soldier Green
   
When young I was green
Over time became keen

As I got older
I became bolder

Now I’m a Green Soldier
Older, bolder, keen and green


  
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News News News

  

Out of control

No other advice

A.I. supreme

Actual price

Corporates are entities

On their own

Gorging growth and profit

Without peoples scorn

Smartphones are an extension

Off the New Self

Provide everything

No other help

Too late to change

Nanorobots on the way

Life as we know it

Another day.                                     James P Kinsella ©

 

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News News News
  
Out of control
No other advice
A.I. supreme
Actual price

Corporates are entities
On their own
Gorging growth and profit
Without peoples scorn

Smartphones are an extension
Off the New Self
Provide everything
No other help

Too late to change
Nanorobots on the way
Life as we know it


Another day.                                     James P Kinsella ©



 
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Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Romance & Erotica

Real Love

(This piece is meant to be a bunch of thoughts not prose, poem or anything else but the beginning of a joint communal definition from everyone whom comes in contact with this expanding, evolving view point of LOVE?)

Love is a connection between two beings

A respect and deep understanding or feeling between each other

A live, visual, verbal, mental and equal connect for both partners

A mutual give and take equal in all parts

An unquestionable positive and unconditional energy towards each other

An open bilateral journey where honest adjustments are honoured

A meeting, bonding, gelling and evolving of minds

A comfortable, cosy place where two people exist

A cave, place, home, environment or space that both like being in

An adopting, accommodating, evolving and open connect

Where adjustment, change and compromise are possible

A place that sounds like heaven on earth

Love is the plan, I in any direction. Worthy of each deciding consideration, the order by which i guide my hand. The only thing to give and understand as freely as oxygen that then lends our life. On this I stand

An agreement to love and a decision to do so

Love is all encompassing                                                                                                 Love is a gift and a request, never a demand.

 

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Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Romance & Erotica
Real Love
(This piece is meant to be a bunch of thoughts not prose, poem or anything else but the beginning of a joint communal definition from everyone whom comes in contact with this expanding, evolving view point of LOVE?)

Love is a connection between two beings
A respect and deep understanding or feeling between each other
A live, visual, verbal, mental and equal connect for both partners
A mutual give and take equal in all parts
An unquestionable positive and unconditional energy towards each other
An open bilateral journey where honest adjustments are honoured
A meeting, bonding, gelling and evolving of minds
A comfortable, cosy place where two people exist
A cave, place, home, environment or space that both like being in
An adopting, accommodating, evolving and open connect
Where adjustment, change and compromise are possible

A place that sounds like heaven on earth
Love is the plan, I in any direction. Worthy of each deciding consideration, the order by which i guide my hand. The only thing to give and understand as freely as oxygen that then lends our life. On this I stand




An agreement to love and a decision to do so




Love is all encompassing                                                                                                 Love is a gift and a request, never a demand.









 
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Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Changing Snow

The snow it is coming at last

Patterns are not in store

Weather is not as past

But everybody they do roar

What have we done to this land

That it should sing no more

Will we ever understand

It’s not possible to restore

Down the road a billion or four

Climate it is in change

Worries a plenty in store

Activists stay in range

What have we done

Where will we glow

Mess up this planet

And there’s nothing to show

  

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Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Changing Snow
The snow it is coming at last
Patterns are not in store
Weather is not as past
But everybody they do roar

What have we done to this land
That it should sing no more
Will we ever understand
It’s not possible to restore

Down the road a billion or four
Climate it is in change
Worries a plenty in store
Activists stay in range

What have we done
Where will we glow
Mess up this planet
And there’s nothing to show


  
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Give me, please: a micropoem consisting of 10 words, starting with the word "one," and ending with the word "ten." TAG me as well, if you wish! #onetoten
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Student Drinking Song

One,

the story just begun 

Big fat hen that's ten.

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Give me, please: a micropoem consisting of 10 words, starting with the word "one," and ending with the word "ten." TAG me as well, if you wish! #onetoten
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Student Drinking Song


One,
the story just begun 
Big fat hen that's ten.



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Prose Challenge of the Week #53: Write about manipulation. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Manipulative Cat Beware

Her name a chocolate, Mitzi Blue

Mice tormenting her favourite game

Cat-tree nest provides a good view

Cuddle stroking is her claim

Preparing to be caressed

Curling into a pose

Somebody is coming

Suddenly sticks up her nose

Twisting into a contorted ball

Meowing in a human way

Can’t miss her irresistible call

Trapped by her delicate sway

So all you cat lovers

Pay heed to what I say

Ignore manipulative cats

Or they will rule your way

 

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Prose Challenge of the Week #53: Write about manipulation. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesPKinsella
Manipulative Cat Beware

Her name a chocolate, Mitzi Blue
Mice tormenting her favourite game
Cat-tree nest provides a good view
Cuddle stroking is her claim

Preparing to be caressed
Curling into a pose
Somebody is coming
Suddenly sticks up her nose

Twisting into a contorted ball
Meowing in a human way
Can’t miss her irresistible call
Trapped by her delicate sway

So all you cat lovers
Pay heed to what I say
Ignore manipulative cats
Or they will rule your way

 
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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit
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A Host of Golden Smartphones

 

I travel public alone and bare

On roads and tracks o’er Vienna fair

People in multitudes they do stare

Shining smartphones in the air

In aisles a standing, upon soft seats

Reading tweeting as horn beeps

In the dark, projecting to the face

Brightened people-oids on their way

Row by row in every place

At stops on footpaths in public display

Thousands visible any one time

Their laughs and jokes seem very fine

Those travelled, the ones without a glare

No sparkle they seem extremely bare

Great talkers, of a very good ear

Could not help but they loudly hear

Plainly visible without much thought

It’s amazing what, to me they brought

At home relaxing, a life that’s mine

On awakening, maybee just before sleep

My mind the smartphone it doth shine

Delaying my fall to that dreaded deep

Delightfully I fill with that multitude of light

Many people happy, shining exquisitely bright

...............................................

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit
Written by JamesPKinsella
A Host of Golden Smartphones
 
I travel public alone and bare
On roads and tracks o’er Vienna fair
People in multitudes they do stare
Shining smartphones in the air
In aisles a standing, upon soft seats
Reading tweeting as horn beeps

In the dark, projecting to the face
Brightened people-oids on their way
Row by row in every place
At stops on footpaths in public display
Thousands visible any one time
Their laughs and jokes seem very fine

Those travelled, the ones without a glare
No sparkle they seem extremely bare
Great talkers, of a very good ear
Could not help but they loudly hear
Plainly visible without much thought
It’s amazing what, to me they brought

At home relaxing, a life that’s mine
On awakening, maybee just before sleep
My mind the smartphone it doth shine
Delaying my fall to that dreaded deep
Delightfully I fill with that multitude of light
Many people happy, shining exquisitely bright



...............................................
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH



I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
.





  
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